Post by » cyanide on Apr 1, 2010 6:56:11 GMT -5
Phocas
Pit Bull {very slight mix} - 2 years - male
Pit Bull {very slight mix} - 2 years - male
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The Basics
Name:Phocas
Age: 2 Years
Breed: Pit Bulle {History shows unpure pits mixing with pure pitbulls}
Gender: Male
Allegiances
Pack:TBA
Rank: -desired rank ; Alpha -
Family by Chance
Mother: Alive {Names are undecided}
Father: Unknown
Siblings: Unknown.
Family by Choice
Mate: None.
Offspring: None.
In-Depth
Appearance:
Loose skin, just waiting to be grown into falls in steady wrinkles around his throat and jowls. Creating a rather prime area for saliva-creation; which will build up around his jaws and sometimes hang down in sickening ropes of thick bubbles, held together by a nasty slime. Which will often drop dangerously close to his white toes, tan claws showing on his bulky paws. Up his legs, he takes up a gentle tan color that snakes up his hide, coloring his chest until the white takes over the middle of his chest, and slightly down between his legs. Up his loose-skinned throat the flaps of white fur go up to his jaws which are a gentle tan, yet not as dark as his normal tan fur. A thick tan tail is used to whip back and forth, showing off some of his emotions; the ones he wishes for you to see that is. His eyes, however very beautiful and expression-filled. They rarely give away the emotions he’s feeling on the inside, while he may be portraying a different feeling on the outside.
Thick muscles are attached to basically every bone on his body, his shoulders are broad and wide with the strength he was taught to use. Phocas carries himself depending on the mood he shows, and on occasion it’s cautious, while other times he’s got a guarded trot with a quick flowing tail. Other times, however he’ll hang his head low and glare right to left, his hair raised as he’s ‘attempting to hold in his anger’.
Personality:
› Cold» The coating of armor he wears as tight as the pelt lain across his flesh, he uses his hard-attitude to ward away any dogs that might want to fight. An acquired trait from the rigorous teachings of his parents.
› Overly excited» His energy is seemingly limitless as he is still in the stages of adolescence, he runs around like no tomorrow. Romping around he’s normally always found panting, his jowls covered in his slimy froth.
› 'Evil'» His version of evil includes not listening to given orders, laughing in the faces of those who attempt to criticize him and mainly looking at himself as if he's placed on a massive pedestal to which no other mutt can compare. Of course; this is the exterior of which he's learned to behold.
› Loyal» Unwavering loyalty will come from Phocas until death forms a gap between himself and the other dog. This, to him is his form of trust of a very reliable feeling. Once it is gained, it’s rarely lost unless the dog betrays him. Then, after loosing it. It’s very likely that you won’t get it back because grudges are held tight in this little dog’s mind.
› Honest» Brutal honesty is about all that comes from this dog’s mouth. Hold back your rhetorical questions of if you look bad or whatever, because this little guy will show no mercy when it comes to stating obvious things to oblivious mutts. ’You have saggy cheeks’ and such, make him somewhat annoying. Though, around some dogs he seems to know better than to burst their bubble on some things. Mostly to save his own hide.
› Stubborn» You can hold your opinions and keep then to yourself, Phocas has no intentions of even taking them into consideration. This little pup won’t care if you’re right, he’s always right. Even when he’s wrong he refuses to be proved down, and will hold to his beliefs and give you many excuses to why his opinion on one thing is right, and yours is completely wrong. He’s a rather persuasive little guy.
› Positive» Almost every situation with him can be looked upon as a ‘good’ thing. He finds the sunshine amidst the ominous clouds, a butterfly fluttering over a patch of barbed wire that claimed a dog the other night, blood still oozing from the gashes. Honestly, there’s never a completely horrible situation in his eyes. At least not that he’s witnessed.
› False faced» Though he has a few tendancies to show his emotions, he doesn't do that very often. Phocas is rather unpredictable with eyes that show a blank stare, and a body that gives no obvious clues of what move he may make next. He's an on the spot thinker, and it may be his downfall but so far it hasn't failed him yet.
History:
His parents, both of pit bull heritage savored a past time so frowned upon, now only the most secretive of dogs and owners could indulge in it's luster. Dog fighting. His parents were avid members of the ring, both of champion blood they were paired together to be bred. Though after the initial birth, he didn't see his father much; other than across the yard. His throat bound with a thick chain. Both parents had wild dreams of what little monsters they could create, both sadistic minds working to control their pups. Phocas was one of a litter of eight. He had the brute strength, he'd muscled his brothers and sisters away from everything he wanted. His parents marveled at his glorious sinewy frame. They envied him. Traits from each, he'd be the perfect killer. But the mindset lacked. Their lessons were turned down, and Phocas didn't enjoy hurting his siblings. And so, he took off. Looking for a figure, a good figure, to follow. Yet he still attempts to bring pride to his family name and holds the lessons in his mind.
Notes: (Anything else?)
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